#cs secretly dating

[nejjirez]

E! 42 MILES HEADCANONS ☆.

summary: e!42 miles relationship headcanons , whats its like being in a relationship with him.. , slightly suggestive !

! implied black fem reader

a/n: these are from my dr , so they're probably not accurate to how he actually is but you can leave if you dont like it .. anyways enjoy !.

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hates seeing you all happy happy with boys other than the ones he trusts , he WILL come kiss you , hug you , ect

nigga is hella protective of you , watch someone get flamed for speaking bad about you 💀

his mom teased him for weeks about how he liked getting his hair done by you more than he liked getting it done by her

"mm , someone's in love huh? you normally only let me do your hair mijo." "mami she's my girlfriend chill"

he lovess seeing you in his clothes like he ill take pictures of you/with you with it on and giggle at it for hours .. days .. weeks ..

he know how to do braids , including box braids .. where my black readers at? he DEFINITELY sometimes does ur hair for u

"babyy , you got $180 for my hair?" "goddamn $180? go sit down ma i'll go buy the hair rq we not doin ts"

he is REAL serious about your attitude , this man Will grab you by your neck and tell you what place you're in ..

he only accepts your attitude when you're on your period , but he'll make sure you tone in down by sayin "ight mami chill .. i get it u on ya cycle and shit but chill"

KISSESS KISSESS AND MORE KISSESS .. this nigga LIVES for kisses. always kissin you in public or not and does NOT care

loves neck kisses , he started doing them to u when you're busy and he wants attention so when he saw you doing it to him it made him giggle

yall are the GOOFIEST AND FUNNIEST couple ever , wholee buncha play fights and laughing and shit

you can't take him seriously for shit , yall end up crackin up in the middle of an argument

"yo im sick of this shit bruh unadd him this his 3rd time textin u" ".. shess minee you stay away from her its not her timee ! head ass" "yo gtfo 😭"

he let you do his edges one day because you thought it was funny and begged him to , when he found out you tried to take a picture he stayed in his room until you agreed not to (you secretly still have one)

ARCADE DATES ARE A MUST (saying this cs i love them..) he always teases you before the two of you get there on how he's gonna beat u in every game

his hugs are the best , u could be breaking down and one hug from him is gonna make u feel all rainbows and sunshine ..

nigga is ALWAYS spoiling you.. you want it? mention that you want it around him? you gon get it within the next week/few days ..

ur house is his house .. his house is your house .. yall always at each other house..

"lets go home now im tired .." "which one?"

any insecurities? he gon kiss em

your #1 supporter no matter what you do or how wrong you are

whenever yall play roblox and someone stands on your head he WILL shoot them if its a game where he can kill people

he actually gets jealous so easily

HES ACTUALLY RLLY CLINGY

i had fun making these .. ill make more some other time

taglist: @marci-jean @gw3ndyswonderland @hiimayee @nokkihy @spiderheartzz @all444miles @444morales

[lovelykil]

DUDE…. Kyle and Stan reacting to there S/O asking for hand pics… (I have a rlly weird fucking hand fetish, my bad 😭)

─Headcanons─

kyle & stan x reader older ver.

hc; asking for hand pics

cw; none

note; HELPP no cs me too......... ermm anyway 😊 ⤵

Kyle—

omg his hands are pale, nice, and slender

Big but not too much, and they are surprisingly soft.

I say surprisingly because he plays basketball.

You'd think they're maybe rough.. they are– he just uses lotion to make his hands soft to the touch

Makes him feel better and clean

Anyway

You LOVEE his hands you sometimes just admire them as he helps you with homework.

Your gaze was drawn as he moved the pencil across the paper, his hand guiding the tool. Some veins faintly appeared as he did so.

You couldn't help but imagine what he could do with them right now if he wasn't blabbering about math homework.

Alright now the GOOD STUFF

As any other person who was just asked if they can send hand pics, he is very much flabbergasted.

He was just writing an essay for his English class when he saw the text, he was so CONFUSED and concerned.

disclaimer I didn't know what the hell to do for usernames so matching it was 🤦🏾‍♀️

He stared at his phone like

'😧' and then '🤨'

Why do you want a hand pic???

For what reason would you send that for 😭??

Well..

He got his answer ☠️

His face IMMEDIATELY went red, setting down his phone to process this situation.

It took like 2 minutes for him to calm down before he took a breather and grabbed back his phone.

He opened his camera and set his hand on his desk, trying to figure out a good camera angle.

I don't know why but bro was stressing

But he finally got a pic he was sorta okay about 🫶🏾

His brain process during this was just all like

what the hell

Why

Why

No I don't like this angle, how about this way

My hand looks stupid she's gonna hate it :(

WHY IS SHE EVEN INTO THIS ANYWAY

I am dating a weirdo.

Anyway he opened back your chat and sent it after a few uncertain seconds.

BARKBARKVAK4KEKKEES

okay sorry, that is literally how I see his hands

so yummy 🤤

After that text message sent, he set that phone down so fast.. and immediately went to type back on his laptop again.

He wasn't too crazy about this request though nothing would compare to when you asked for that whimper audio from him.

He still thinks about it till this day, wanting to die inside

It's okay tho cause you were happy :3

anyway on your end when you saw his notification pop up, you clicked on it FAST

thirsty ass mf

The way you grinned so hard was insane, you were kicking your feet and giggling when you clicked on the photo.

You saved it to your camera roll to add to the rest of the hand pics you secretly had of Kyle..

He doesn't know about this and never will

You went back to your messages with him and texted back

something is purring

and it is not a cat.

Stan—

He wears rings (ohohohoo)

His hands are rough and have calluses from playing his guitar.

Not too rough though just a neutral rough if that even makes sense

When you guys hang out he sometimes likes playing for you

SOMETIMES.

he's a lil shy, he practices alot to play for you so he doesn't look like an idiot.

Sooo that's why his hands are so rough. But you kinda liked it anyway?

The way his chipped black nail-polished fingers strummed his guitar made your stomach do the thing.

Plus his sliver and black rings?

Oh god

It's just the way he glides his fingers tbh I swear

Like play with me like the way you play your guitar 🫤!!

☠️

anywho

Stan was laying in bed, scrolling on TikTok

The usual when he can't sleep and you were already asleep.

Well he thought you were asleep, you sent him a gn text??? But he received a text message 20 minutes later

He's in a little blushy blushy mess now.

What will he do? Send the pic so his gf can rest peacefully? If you said yes...

WRONGG

I'm jk

Idk kinda almost chill wit it? But he definitely felt a little vomit come up in his throat from you thinking of him.

I mean he cares a little like why would you ask that 😭

But it's late so he doesn't really question it

In the pitch dark he snapped a photo of his hand, checked to see if it looked decent then sent his pic.

His rings were off in his 1 😞

but nonetheless you smiled hard, when you saw the picture

Something about his hands screamed

LOSERR that or I just have a problem

but in a hot way ofc, he's a loser but your loser

You giggled like a whore, getting yourself comfortable on your bed.

You then replied back

😭😭

[redfurrycat]

🤠🥐☕🐓Bakery & Coffee Shop AU Fic Recs🐓☕🥐🤠

(Includes B, CS and the lovely combo of the two)

(May also include AUs close to B and CS but not quite)

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Bahjrc, Curapick, Dalearden, Dandeliondick, Fuddlewuddle, Greenstuff, Haridwar, Infinitejaust, Nimuetheseawitch, SunMonTue, Winterbucky, Xo_em.

Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor AU > Mechanic AU > Chef, Bartender & Waiter

Can I take you to go? by Fuddlewuddle {E}

/☕/

Jake Seresin only went into the coffee shop to get a drink. He didn't expect to meet the love of his life.

The Way to a Man's Heart by dalearden {T}

/☕/

Jake Seresin is a pilot, currently on medical leave from Naval duty as he recovers from injuries sustatined in an ejection during a training exercise. He's grumpy and bored when he takes a chance on a random coffee shop on a rainy afternoon and meets one Bradley Bradshaw, manager and possibly world's best barista. Bradley wastes no time taking such a pretty broken bird under his wing, winning Jake over through pastries and charm and also by being insanely hot. Then therer's an attempted robbery on the premises, and everything accelerates.

The Color of Malibu Blue by curapick {G}

/☕/

Or, simply put, I've liked you long enough to remember all your likings and hope to make them right for you only to bring a smile to your face. But no, I won’t tell you all these… at least not just yet, Bradley mutters to himself. or - in which Barista Bradley's secretly in love with his blond customer with blue-green eyes without him knowing... until one day.

A Brand New Start of It by xo_em {E}

/☕/

“When you asked me out for coffee I didn’t think you’d be the one making it.”

lover be good to me by haridwar {M}

/🥐☕/

Jake picks a random coffee shop to go be pensive in when he receives a birthday card he doesn't want and things turn out better than he ever could have imagined

Extra Hot by greenstuff {E}

/☕/

Of course it’s Extra-Hot-Means-180 Degrees guy, in his absurdly tight black Las Vegas Fire and Rescue t-shirt with his abysmal personal mug that never fails to rub off a smudge of permanent marker onto Jake’s palm once it’s hot. And it’s always Jake’s palm because of course Las Vegas’ hottest man insists that only Jake makes his triple grande blonde latte (extra hot) correctly. Features flirting via coffee cup, hand holding, rock climbing, and a daring rescue.

a spoonful of sugar (helps the medicine go down) by bahjrc {G}

/🥐☕/

Bradley Bradshaw is a tired college student coming home for summer break. All he wants to do is come home, catch up on sleep, help his family's business and maybe figure out what the hell he's going to do with his life. He's not expecting a mysterious man and his weird cat that just moved into the apartment down the street to become a thing in his life. And he's definitely not expecting that golden cat to be such a pain on his ass.

31 Flavors and Counting by infinitejaust {G}

 /🍦/

Jake has a terrible sweet tooth. He doesn’t indulge it much - you don’t get to have great abs and dessert every day. But there's something about that little concessions stand down the beach... For the prompt: Meet-cute at the beach! Bradley works at an ice cream shop and meets lifeguard Jake.

Baker Bradley by nimuetheseawitch {T}{G}

/🥐/

Bradley owns a bakery. Jake can't sleep. They meet in the hours before dawn when only bakers and insomniacs are awake.

The Roost by SunMonTue {T}

/🥐/

The Dagger Squadron have put Jake in charge of organizing a cake for Mav's 60th birthday and retirement celebration. Little does he know he's about to ask Mav's son to make it.

Jake's Cakes by SunMonTue {T}

/🥐/

Iceman has tasked Bradley with organising Maverick's 60th birthday cake. This goes as planned until Mav decides to be a gremlin.

coffee court dates by winterbucky {T}

/☕/

An assignment in a coffee shop isn't what Special Agent Bradshaw dreamed about, but it's not half-bad. The only downside (aside from the mafia meetings that take place there) is a particular blonde mafia member who can't seem to take a hint that Bradley is not interested Though, it turns out, that maybe it's not all as it seems and it's Bradley who can't take a hint or coffee shop au with special agents and mafia (but not really) and stupid bradley who should really learn to read assignment files

The Need for Caffeine by dandeliondick {E}

/☕/

The man was tall, taller than Jake’s 6’, with chestnut curls and dark eyes. Even the porn-stache he had was attractive much to Jake’s dismay. He wore a tight black shirt which was straining against his shoulders and pulled taut around his frankly obscene biceps. Jake had the insane thought that he wanted to climb the guy like a tree and lick those disheveled curls. Jake startled realizing he was staring, “I heard you in the back, figured I would wait. Didn’t mind prolonging my payout.” Those dark eyes sparkled with mischief, reminding him of Maverick, “You must be Hangman.” - When Jake loses a bet against Maverick, his payout is coffee with a side of paternal scheming. Bradley never joined the Navy, instead opening a coffee shop and Jake is...well still Jake...but when the blonde gets himself into trouble he is grounded. But what happens when his punishment is up? Flying away is so much harder when the ground is where you want to be.

[nicolesainz]

You are in love (CS 55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader Summary: Carlos being the sweetest human alive, confessing how much he loves you, whilst having a chat with Lando and revealing past secrets Warnings: only damn fluff (inspired by ‘in between’ by gracie abrams and obviously ‘love story’)

"Man, I think you two have been stuck" Lando points to Carlos's arms with an eye roll following.

"What are you talking about?" Carlos was confused as he didn't understand Lando's supposedly joke.

"From all the honey dripping between ya" He lets out an annoyed tongue click and sips some of his coffee.

Carlos looked at me, wanting to hold back laugh and ready to respond to his friend with a snarky comment.

"I regret introducing the two of you. Well, it's all my mothers fault, so she's to blame" the Mclaren driver complains, scrolling through his phone, taking pictures of us.

"Remind me to thank her actually. I owe her for sending me to you. If it hadn't been for me moving to London, this may not had happen" I cup Carlos's cheeks, giving him a soft kiss.

"Well, it's Lando's mum and fate too! Maybe, well, not actually. I am sure our paths were aligned, that is why we found each other" Carlos holds me tighter and closer to his body, now on top of his lap.

"Since when did you become all cheesy and shit man?" Lando spits out, earning a giggle from me.

"You forget I grew up with three women in the house. Romantic stories, songs, books and movies were a Saturday traditions" Carlos explains as I envision a younger version of himself, sitting on the couch with his sisters and mother, watching movies which had happy endings between the main characters and my heart instantly fills up with sweetness.

"I think it's also because you are a lot in Italy. England hadn't gotten you this soft and sweet" Lando is true. Whenever Carlos isn't working but is still in Italy, we visit Tuscany and Verona. Carlos secretly wrote a letter to Juliet and stuck it in between the other letters, written by romantically helpless women. He still thinks I didn't see him, but I couldn't have a better vision of it.

Never in my life, had a man with such pure heart and feelings following it. Carlos is one of earths wonders and maybe fate did bring us together.

"Will it make you happy if I told you that he took me on a date to Bernabéu, so we could watch the semi finals between Real Madrid and Chelsea?" I say to the English man, with a smirk on my face.

"Did you? Cheeky man! Of course Real would be his first love. Sorry, Y/N, don't take this the wrong way" Lando burst out a loud laugh, holding his stomach.

"Please don't remind me of this day. I should have taken you somewhere else. I regret it" Carlos lowers his head and I still cant stop smiling. I raise his head, giving him a small pout and another kiss on the lips.

"You regret it because Real lost. Not because of anything else. Plus, I was an unlucky charm. My englishness erupted that day"

"And it's not true. I love you more than Real" he caresses my back and leans his head on my shoulder. I know he does. He has proven this more times than I can possibly count.

I can't think of a person I love more than Carlos. He brought me back to daylight after a really difficult period of my life and a heartbreaking departure of my ex boyfriend.

He had given me anything I could possibly ask for. He is an angel on earth.

"This is true. When I first introduced you too, not two months had gone by when he started asking me 'Is Y/N ever gonna visit again?', 'Will she attend another Grand Prix'. I was going insane. That's why I kept sending you tickets, hoping you accepted them. He wouldn't shut up"

Carlos may seem like tough and smooth on the outside, but on the inside he is the biggest sweetheart one can ever meet. So genuinely nice and humble. My heart stopped when I heard this part of the story I didn't know.

"You're not innocent either. You kept looking at his insta, asking me if he had a girlfriend or seeing anyone. Oh the nights I spent trying to convince you otherwise and praising him at your eyes"

My cheeks redden when Lando reveals this secret in front of Carlos. I don't really mind now that we are together. If we kept on hiding our feelings from each other, I would have felt embarrassed.

"Oh cariño! I only had eyes for you, since the moment we met. You took my break away and had to get to you somehow. All I knew was that I was determined to achieve this goal" Carlos exclaims, earning a childish giggle and grin from me.

Oh boy, I felt like a teenager all over again. Like the first time we met. My heart was fluttering as if I was jumping non stop on a trampoline. His words swooned me away!

“Being with you is the best choice I’ve ever made. Smartest, wisest and worthy of everything! I love you forever Carlos!”

My head is leaning on his chest, listening to the fast beating of his heart. I put my hand on my chest and the other on his, feeling the synchronicity of the two hearts.

It’s the most beautiful sensation in the entire world! Pure magic.

“Mi amor, I could never imagine a life without you. You are my life and hope you continue to be for years and years to come”

We share one final kiss before being interrupted by Lando once more

“I definitely ain’t third wheeling here, at all people! Please don’t let my presence interrupt ya”

Me and Carlos giggle, being removed from his lap but still holding hands.

Holding on to each other for as long as possible. Not wanting to lose one another.

[princess-and-the-swan]

Captain Swan Fic Recs

I'm a slut for captain swan fics and for years I've lived off of the cs fic recs and masterlists other people have made so I thought I'd pay it forward and make one of my own. I'll be sure to come back and add more that I think of or happen to stumble upon. I hope y'all enjoy these as much as I have :))

Created: 05/03/2024

*** denotes fics I have/would 100% reread

MC Modern AUs (Misc.)

***Pan Says by HollyELeigh

Rating: E

Summary: After waking up in a strange room with a naked stranger, Emma and Killian must endure the twisted game their kidnapper insists they play in order to gain provisions and avoid punishments.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: In-progress

Tags: kidnapping, smut, mild dubcon

***Amaranthine by caprelloidea

Rating: M

Summary: In which soulmates are rare, and those that have them stop aging at adulthood. Rarer still – and dangerously conspicuous – are those that have special abilities. Immortality and powers alike fade when soulmates come in close proximity with their other half. In which Emma’s touch heals, and Killian’s kills.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: soulmates

Learning to Love (Again) by captain_k_jones

Rating: M

Summary: In the wake of his crumbling marriage, Killian Jones turns to his best friend Emma Swan for help. Even though Emma had just ended a two year long relationship she is more than happy to welcome Killian and Nate, his eleven month old son, into her home. What neither of them expect is to learn how to love again through each other.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Abandoned (as of 09-08-2017)

Tags: incomplete, divorced!killian, daddy!killian, friends to lovers, roommates

The Trouble with Faking It by nowforruin

Rating: E

Summary: Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough...but there's always trouble with faking it.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: fake dating, actor!killian, pining

Bitter Hearts (middle of the ride) by bookstoreromantic

Rating: T

Summary: Fresh out of prison, Emma’s not a student at Boston University. She’s just using the library while she studies for her GED exams. Killian doesn’t know that though, and Emma doesn’t ever want him to find out. Not when he’s the first friend she’s had in years.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: college au, friends to lovers

Let’s Just Be Us by colormyheartred

Rating: T

Summary: Three-shot. Based upon a prompt about rockstar!Killian and movie star!Emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: rockstar!killian, actress!emma, secret dating

***Tutor Me by Lovingcsfanfiction

Rating: T

Summary: Killian just got accepted to Harvard and needs to find a way to pay for college. Emma is struggling in her senior math course and needs to raise her grade if she wants to graduate on time. What happens when an academically driven boy winds up tutoring one of the most popular girls at Storybrooke High?

Relationship: Lieutenant Duckling

Status: Complete

Tags: high school au, friends to lovers, pining, fluff

***More Than A Memory by always-been-a-pirate

Rating: M

Summary: He didn't remember much. He didn't remember her. The accident changed their lives and sent Emma into a tailspin, desperate for Killian to come back to her. But when he finally wakes up from his coma, the past six years are gone. He has no recollection of their love, but Emma refuses to give up on them. She's got her work cut out for her, but some memories are worth fighting for.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: married, amnesia, light smut

***Counting Down the Days by Montana-Rosalie

Rating: M

Summary: Emma is a time-traveler. Killian is always waiting for her to return.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Tags: Time travel, angst, smut

MC Canon-Divergence AUs 

***Until We Meet Again by searchingwardrobes

Rating: T

Summary: As a joke, Liam Jones pays a gypsy to show 15-year-old Killian his true love in her magic mirror. When Killian looks in the mirror, he falls through realms and time until coming face to face with a 15-year-old Emma Swan.

Relationship: Lieutenant Duckling

Status: Complete

Tags: canon-divergence, fluff

***the princess and the pirate by gingergenower

Rating: M

Summary: The curse never happened, and her royal highness Princess Emma is kidnapped by the pirates aboard the Jolly Roger. Neither side realise what they're getting themselves into.

Relationship: Captain Duckling

Status: Complete with separate epilogue

Tags: princess!emma, pirate!hook, light smut, slowish burn, kidnapping

A Toast to What If by HollyELeigh

Rating: M

Summary: Immediately following the end of WWII, Killian Jones and Emma Swan have a serendipitous meeting upon a train platform while each travels to their respective homes. When Emma’s traveling companion fails to arrive, she offers Killian her extra ticket so he isn’t forced to spend the night on a hard bench outside the station’s office. Once aboard, Emma receives devastating news - her lover has abandoned her to face her family alone with the news she is pregnant, and now, without a fiance. Moved with compassion, and a willingness to put off what is (or rather, what is not) awaiting him at home, Killian offers to go with her to face her family. They concoct a scheme to get married then have Killian “abandon” her a few weeks afterward, leaving her with no other option than to seek a divorce. A plan that will cast him as the villain and leave her somewhat blameless in her family’s eyes.

Falling in love with one another along the way wasn’t a part of the plan.

Relationship: Lieutenant Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: fake marriage AU; post WWII setting, historical, unplanned pregnancy 

Somebody that I used to know by I_should_be_doing_other_things

Rating: M

Summary: Emma and Hook’s adventure into the past took a different turn than either of them could’ve predicted, and a small overnight trip turned into two and a half years of bliss. But now they’re back. And things have changed. And he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to survive it.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: time-travel, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, smut

MC Enchanted Forest/No Curse AU

A Sailor’s Tale by Dreamtalker1

Rating: M

Summary: After the Dark Ones assaulted the Enchanted Forest and occupied the Royal Castle, princess Emma and her bodyguard Ruby are on the run. To stay undercover, Emma travels disguised as a boy. By accident, they find themselves on the Jolly Roger in the hands of the infamous Captain Hook as stowaways. To save Ruby's life, Emma trades herself to the pirate as a cabin boy. Keeping her secret among dangerous buccaneers, will push her beyond her limits. In order to survive, she has to overcome her insecurities and stand up for herself.

Relationship: Captain Duckling

Status: Complete

Tags: no curse, princess emma, pirate killian, stowaway, ransom, undercover, smut

Only the Beginning by 4getfulimaginator

Rating: E

Summary: When Princess Emma and Lieutenant Killian Jones are shipwrecked on an island that forces you to confront your greatest temptations and deepest desires, the sparks that have always existed between the two are sure to come to an unbridled head.

Relationship: Lieutenant Duckling

Status: Complete

Tags: no curse, shipwreck, castaways au, pwp, smut

her crowning glory by emmaofmisthaven

Rating: T

Summary: The laws are clear: to be crowned Queen of Eala, a princess has to be married. Emma has a month to find a husband, or else the crown will be snatched from her and given to the only other heir to the throne, one Killian Jones.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Status: Complete

Tags: the princess diaries au, princess!emma, prince!killian

One Shots

Theoretically by wtvoc

Rating: E

Summary: Emma's friend Killian has a reputation for sleeping around (and so does she). When he gives her a surprising gift on her thirtieth birthday, something about it unleashes the question she's been wondering for years: is he really as good as they say?

Relationship: Captain Swan

Tags: friends with benefits, smut, friends to lovers, modern au

all i want is the taste your lips allow by bisexual-killian-jones (aelover867)

Rating: M

Summary: Emma and Killian are in a pickle. They have crushes on the Cassidy cousins, but they are none-the-wiser. Enter Killian's idea of pretending to date to make Milah and Neal jealous. This couldn't possibly go wrong.

Relationship: Captain Swan

Tags: friends to lovers, modern au, fake dating

[ouatsnark]

hey! saw a sq say emma is secrely in love with regina because all oc cs' milestones end up with her comforting regina after (i.e.her feeling guility marian after their first kiss, her putting killian'sheart back and her having a drink with r, )like that type of crap

More like Emma is secretly afraid Regina is going to go all Evil Queen again.

First of all, Emma and Killian's kiss in 4x01 was not their first kiss so I don't know what kind of drugs they are on since they must have missed the first kiss in Neverland and their make-out scene in the finale.

Secondly, the fact that Emma was only feeling guilty because Regina MADE her feel guilty is so lost on them. Regina was being extremely toxic by denying Emma happiness because a little boy's mother returned and Regina didn't get to keep his father.

Besides the fact that there was more to Emma pulling back from Killian.

THIS was the ultimate reason why Emma was pulling away from Killian. And oh, look, a man Regina murdered for falling in love with Emma is on her list!

So of course Emma shows up to give Regina a pep talk! Probably afraid she might hurt Killian! It's not like she doesn't think about it because if Regina doesn't get to be happy no one should!

And what is this about milestones?

I do not consider Emma returning Killian's heart a milestone? It is a beautiful moment between them.

But if this line of thinking tracked then it wouldn't have been only these two instances which are a hell of a reach anyway considering what was happening.

Like Emma and Killian's first date or moving in together? Emma wasn't comforting Regina after those. She didn't comfort Regina after Killian proposed or after their wedding either. Those are milestones.

[hxltic]

HOW YOU MET OSAMU MIYA

Genre: fluff

Warnings: I never actually write fluff have mercy, female reader, lol tits

repost cs I forgot tags on the other one LOL!

His favorite thing about you immediately was your face and it has been since your first date. The day he cooked for you and sat you down for a beautiful dim-light dinner, under the high roof of his own restaurant, Onigiri Miya. That’s exactly how you met. Your date there had actually bailed on you, but your reservation was for 8:30; so you sat approximately for an hour and a half. It wasn’t long until one of Osamu’s employees anxiously eyed you near closing time and informed their boss of your situation.

Of course he had noticed you every now and then, sitting so gorgeously—but observing your watching gradually worsen secretly tugged at his heart. He even wondered who could possibly stand you up. Look at you; the one who did couldn’t have been anywhere close to what you needed. What he could provide.

He ordered his head waitress to lead you up to the main booth. While you were wiping the small tears rolling leisurely down your face, the chef turned on the flat top grill once more. He had just turned it off before thinking of what he could do for you in attempts to raise your spirits. He was leaned up against the counter in thought, the other exiting chef even asking him if he was okay—to which he responded he was alright to leave and go home. With the first-hand view of Osamu doing what he does best, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested. He also distracted you easily (because you were the only two in the restaurant), and the sound of his knives clanking as he cooked personally for you definitely raised the mood. He was so skilled. His hands moved as if it was pure muscle memory and no measurements were actually taken.

He did this as well as talking to you, asking where you saw yourself and general things like your family. He asked about accomplishments as small as a promotion, and even asked about things that didn’t go so well. You literally told him about how your package didn’t arrive on time. He didn’t care; tell whatever you wanna tell. He didn’t care, like how you travel completely off topic. He didn’t care, anything to keep your mind occupied. The gentle aroma of the food and his sweet words flowed right through you like it was pure dopamine. Not wanting to scare you off, he held off on pet names…though he accidentally let one slip: beautiful. You felt wanted, worshipped even. Nobody has treated you the way he has in a few hours (especially with your extremely high expectations) and you never want it to stop. He was assertive, but you knew he would get on one knee for you in a second. He reached the expectations. He had you hooked around his finger, the earlier incident already forgotten.

Little did you know, it was the complete opposite. In this short time he learned you. Osamu already had issues sleeping (with him being the last to leave the restaurant and all), so someone as honest yet caring as you was perfect for him. Someone to keep him grounded.

You picked up small things about him you loved, the main being how he admires you. He looked at you as if you were already married. He always had a stern focus face when cooking, but when you came in the picture, for that moment he was a completely different person. The grey reflective orbs had an orange glint to them from the surrounding hanging lights. Just you and him. He looked absolutely perfect. Doing what he loves, and later, looking at the person he loves.

Yes, you sipped on wine, ate, and cracked jokes together once he was done, but what had him hooked started with those grateful eyes you had at the sympathetic gesture, and ended with your modest-but-not, low, v-line dress that your breasts sat perfectly in. Only one more thing to love about you huh?

[danganronpafan777]

Dra 1 males x male s/o who is very flirty with them if it is fine with you🙏🏻

Of course it’s fine by me! I love this!

Utsuro:

Your flirty personality annoyed him at first

Why were you acting like this? Couldn't you see he wants nothing to do with you?

When he realized that you were only so flirty with him, he felt oddly flattered, along with other emotions he hadn't felt in years 

He promptly pushes it all away, even when Akane begins to pick up on it

No, he won't say he's in love 

He's not. He's definitely not.

...

....

...right?

Obviously, his luck forces him to see you literally everywhere he goes, and he honestly feels like he can't escape you and your stupid flirts 

It takes lots and LOTS of pushing, but eventually he admits his feelings and accepts your confession

He isn't one to blush, being pretty stoic and having good control over his feelings, but sometimes you are able to catch him off guard, usually when the two of you are alone 

He won't flirt back. No way in hell, but he will start to worry if you suddenly stop flirting with him

"...Y/n..."

"Yeah?"

"...You haven't said a stupid pick up line today."

"Oh? Sorry, would you like me to flirt with you?"

"....okay."

That's the closest answer to a yes that you'll receive.

Mitch Higa:

It takes a while for the two of you to get together, mostly because it takes Mitsuhiro a long time to realize and come to terms with the fact that he likes a guy

He spends a lot of time avoiding you, scared of what these feelings could do to his reputation

"C'mon Higa... You're just confused... Straight hair, straight Cs, Straightfoward, straight guy..." 

It takes a lot of reassurance and opening up to his friends, and even then, he's really nervous and your flirty personality didn't make it any easier

When you finally accepted his feelings with a wink, he felt emotions that he never felt before

When the two of you dated, he would get beet red anytime you flirted with him, looking away and telling you to stop in public, but in private, he would just shove his face into your chest 

You called him a tsundere once and he refused to look at you for days after 

Slowly but surely, he gains confidence to flirt back, and when he does... oh boy

It's a flirting war, him wanting to see just how red he can make you, but for a while, he's usually the one to tap out first 

He may blush and look away from you and the cameras, but he secretly adores your flirty personality 

"Y-Y/n! There's reporters here! J-Just... calm it down until we get home, okay?"

Haruhiko Kobashikawa:

Like Mitch, it takes him a while to realize he likes another boy

When he does, it hits him all at once

It was when he was in the hospital after he blew up his plane, and near burned down a house to impress you (just totally a bro thing) and he woke up and thought, "Holy shit I'm totally bi"

It still takes him a while to confess, but when he does, he pulls you in for a kiss, to which you kiss back and playfully tease him over 

Everytime you flirt with him, man gets an instant nosebleed 

You literally have to buy him more shirts, and Satsuki and Teruya teasing him over it doesn't make it any better 

He would try to flirt back, but would immediately stumble over his words and screw it up, leaving him much more flustered that you 

"Y/n! You're-....You're um...You're so sweet you can...no that's not it...shit-"

He secretly loves the attention, even if he won't admit it

He'll blush harder if you flirt with him in public, but his whole face would still turn red in private, and he might even cover his face with a pillow

If you softly pulled the pillow away and held his face, looking him in the eyes, he would faint on the spot

Yamato Kisaragi:

It took less than a week for this man to be completely enamored 

He found your personality really charming and tried to flirt back on a few occasions

Still, he wanted to see if you really felt this way towards him, or if it was just your personality

Mikako was pretty annoyed the whole time, just wanting you two to get together at this point

When it finally happened, you guys were the lovey dovey couple of the class

It was sweet but also insufferable to everyone

Most of the time, Yamato might blush a bit, but it's rare for you to get him red and stammering, but it's definitely happened (The funny thing is, it probably happens most often when you aren't even trying to flirt with him, like accidentally falling asleep on him or something)

He likes to try to flirt back in public, but in private, he just soaks it up in your arms 

No matter how cheesy your flirts are, he always loves them

"Aww.. Y/n~! You're adorable, you know that?"

Teruya Otori:

He was bright red the first time you flirted with him and bright red the hundredth time

It flusters him even more when he learns that he's the only person that you flirt with 

He'll avoid you just so he can go one day without turning red, but then suddenly he feels bad about it and misses you 

It's at that point that he realizes that he likes you 

He tries to become your friend first, and the two of you become pretty close! He helps tutor you in math, to which you say a bunch of math pick up lines that lead him to excuse himself to stuff his blushing face into his locker 

His heart skips a beat when you accept his confession, and the two of you finally start dating (Your class thought you were dating the whole time...)

He probably tried to flirt back once, messed it up terribly, and decided that he would never do it again (He actually might though, when he gets older and gets more confidence)

Whether it's public or private, he's going to try to hide his face whenever you flirt with him

"Y-Y/n..! Wh-Why yo gotta say things li'e dat..." 

Tsurugi Kinjo:

He was very confused by your personality, and definitely tried to push you away for a while 

He might blush a bit more when he realizes that he's the only one you flirt with, and it would take a while for him to develop feelings for you 

He would be very slow to confess his feelings, and would only really come out to Yamato and Yuki, who would completely support and encourage him

Even when the two of you start dating, he’s still not used to your near constant flirting 

In public, he’ll lightly push you away, but in private, he’ll let it happen (Not without blushing a bit of course)

Tsurugi would almost never flirt back, but if he did, you’d be stuttering for weeks

A part of him is happy when you flirt with him, because it proves that even though his job and questionable beliefs make him act distant, you still actually love him, which he’s eternally grateful for 

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to hide his face whenever you flirt with him in public

"Y/n...why…why do you say those things in front of everyone..?"

(He secretly doesn't mind!) 

Kakeru Yamaguchi:

From the moment he met you, blush blush blush.

His feelings were clear to literally everyone, but it took him some time to accept them, and he did everything to avoid you, even if you made his day just by being close by 

It embarrassed him even more when he realized that he was the only person in your class that you would flirt with

He needed lots of reassurance from Kanata and Kinji before even approaching you himself, and you probably had to lay off the flirts a few times just so he wouldn’t pass out mid conversation 

When you both finally got together, you, if anything, flirted with him even more!

He’s pretty sure you're going to be the death of him and he’d pass out if he ever tried to flirt back

Whether it’s in public or private, his face will turn beet red and he will stutter out a near incoherent reply

In private, he’s more likely to pull you closer to him afterwards, no matter how flustered he is

In public, he still might hold your hand, but might not be able to speak for a bit…

“Y-Y/n..! D-Do you… really mean that…?”

Kinji Uehara:

Your personality was definitely not what he was expecting 

Kinji tried to ignore the feeling in his chest and the slight tint of pink on his face whenever he talked to you, but it just wouldn’t go away

It got even harder to ignore when he learned that he was the only person that you flirted with 

He was able to accept the fact that he was gay pretty easily, and didn’t make a big deal out of it, but having a crush? That was brand new territory for him

Over time, he was able to open up to his classmates and befriend you, but it was still a while before he would confess

When the two of you finally started dating, stopping himself from blushing wasn’t any easier 

He’ll ask you to tone it down in front of the kids, but eventually they were teasing him about it 

Kinji would try to act unbothered, whether it was in public or private, but he still has his blushing moments

It’s rare for him to flirt with you back, but he’ll try it every once and a while, and smile at your reaction

He gets used to your flirting over time, until it’s practically a comfort 

“…I see. You’re special to me, too, Y/n.” 

Dra Yuki Maeda:

Your flirting definitely made him blush a bit, but he assumed it was just your personality 

When he realized that it was only him, his face turned way redder each time you did it

The two of you became friends and it wasn’t long before the two of you started dating

He didn’t mind if you flirted with him in public, just blushing a bit and giving a humble response 

“Y-Y/n! We’re already dating…Y-You don’t have to keep saying those things, you know…”

“Damn, alright. I guess I won’t flirt with you anymore.”

“W-Wait! That’s not what I meant!”

He adores your personality, even if it’s embarrassing in front of his friends, and your classmates probably tease him for it 

He gets used to your flirts over time, but it’s a while before he is confident enough to flirt back

Overall it’s a very wholesome and loving relationship!

[no-more-rqs]

Hi, I just wanted to say that I'm actually radqueer myself. Uh but I just have some genuine questions for you? I'm not looking to fight, I just find your account super super interesting.

I was scrolling through it, expecting you to be vocally anti para/transid like most anti accounts, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that it seems like you're the complete opposite. You're passionately pro para, and also seemingly (from what I can tell) pro transid? Though anti transition in specific circumstances, and anti using the prefix "trans" outside of transgender related contexts So, how exactly are you anti radqueer? Because it seems like we share most beliefs /genq

to clarify: im not against using the prefix "trans" outside of "transgender", im against it when the term shouldnt be pro-transitioning at all (like with transharmful or transracial). "trans" literally means "to go across", so if itd be harmful to transition to something, it shouldnt use the prefix "trans" (i genuinely could not care less about the "its comparing the experience to being trans" argument literally who the hell cares + L + ratio + you sound like a transmed /not at anon)

im anti-radqueer because im against the community itself, not the beliefs inherent to it. the radqueer community heavily leans pro-contact (even if you dont see many open pro-cs on tumblr, many many people who claim to be anti-c are secretly pro-c but just dont tell anyone outside of private discord servers and disguise their actual beliefs behind being "pro-consensual contact" and the classic "what if an 18 year old dates a 17 year old, wouldnt that be fine? is it illegal to hug your pets?" arguments). i know this firsthand from being in radqueer discord servers and finding 100+ pro-cs who all pretended to be anti-c in public but, in private, admitted to stalking, rape/assault (of children as young as four and animals), grooming, and abuse. this is because "radical acceptance of everyone, including people who everyone hates because no matter what people are just uneducated" is really not a good ideology to have. its the paradox of tolerance - if you accept everyone, you accept people who will hurt others, such as abusers, rapists, and nazis (which, yes, there are legitimate pro-transitioning transharmfuls in the radqueer community, they arent all "just trolls" like a lot of people say). you have to draw the line somewhere, and the radqueer community doesnt.

the radqueer community also isolates people from support systems irl. i dont know how common it is for people who are exclusively on tumblr, but on discord, i was told to cut everyone off and never tell anyone about myself and only engage in the radqueer community "for my safety". people tell you to never listen to anyone who tells you youre wrong, never listen to any arguments or read any articles, never even think about leaving the community because its the Only Morally Correct Ideology (no ideology is morally correct. anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. every ideology has biases and problems and flaws)

yes i do sort of agree with the basis of radqueer beliefs (pro-para and pro-transid) but the community itself and the fact that those beliefs are extremely vague and could encompass literally anything (i knew one person who was completely anti-contact, anti-proud paraphiles, anti-MUD, anti-transid transitioning, and anti-incest and another person who was grooming their six year old sibling and "dating" their pet bird and attempting to have sex with both of them who was also radqueer. neither of these people are excluded from the radqueer label and both fully identified as radqueer) is a huge problem. i personally think more specific blankqueers are better, except pretty much all of them are either 100% anti-everything or 100% pro-everything (the "idcqueer" labels and similar are ESPECIALLY stupid as fuck. "idc" "im too tired for this" "i go outside actually idc" *proceeds to explain every single belief and stance it has*) and there are a billion of them and no one can keep track of the definitions and flags for all of them

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 2/16: An Attempt to Flirt? Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (1K/24K) Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally thought. Chapter Summary: After revealing his identity, Killian decides to do something he hasn't done in years- ask someone out on a date. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au Author's notes: This was supposed to be a oneshot. I was perfectly okay with writing just a cute meet-ugly between them and leaving the rest of the story, well, open to interpretation. However, I was a little blown away by the few of you who asked for me to continue this story, so I secretly began a longer draft a couple days after posting. It's been really fun to keep this one under wraps, and I hope it lives up to the first one! Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

Also on Ao3!

 After how bold her words against his paintings were, it was almost ironic how quiet and shamefaced this Emma got as soon as she knew who he was.

 "Oh gosh," Emma said, "you're the…"

 "The 'talented artist with a clear message in his works,'" Killian alluded to her statement from half a minute ago.

 "I don't believe it."

 "Well, you should," Killian said, flipping around the lanyard he was wearing so she could see his vip id. He then handed her a brochure about the display out of his jacket pocket, pointing out to her his picture in it.

She leafed through it for a moment.

 "Alright, I'm convinced," she handed the pamphlet back to him, "but you didn't think that was relevant to our discussion?"

 He paused for a moment as he put away the brochure, as if pretending to think, then smiled and nodded, "Nope, not at all."

 She rolled her eyes and shook her head in response.

 Rather than let their conversation reach an awkward lull, he decided to turn on the charm. He'd been out of the dating game for a while, but this woman seemed reason enough to get back in. The moment he'd laid eyes on her, he knew he had to find a way to talk to her, and as they conversed he could feel the chemistry between them, and he was drawn as well to her fire and way with words.

 "It's not every day I hear such honest feedback," he explained, "and never from someone who's knowledge of the subject matter is rivaled only by how radiant she looks as she says it."

 "So this is an attempt to flirt with me?" she asked.

 "It's only an attempt if it doesn't work," he leaned in a touch closer, "I beg your pardon if I'm overstepping my bounds, but are you free this Friday?"

 "That depends."

 "The museum is hosting a charity benefit dinner that evening," he explained, "I've an obligation to attend, of course, but seeing as I'm a little new to the area, I've yet to find a date for the evening. Would you care to accompany me?"

 "Is this how you get all your dates?" Emma asked, "hang around your own exhibit in the hopes that a beautiful woman will waltz in and listen to you talk about yourself?"

 He wasn't about to admit that he hadn't asked someone out in years, that he'd been so devoted to his art career he hadn't thought of a social life since- since some time well before he painted Grief.

 "It's not every day a beautiful woman waltzes into my exhibit in the first place," he said, "least of all a woman as beautiful as you. My deepest apologies, though, if I've misread you."

 He'd certainly thought she'd seemed interested in him, or at least intrigued by him, but he wasn't about to pressure her if she wasn't.

 "What time's dinner?" Emma asked.

 "Friday at six thirty," he said, taking hope in her curiosity, "but we ought to aim to arrive a little early."

 "Sounds like a date," Emma almost laughed a little, and Killian smiled in response, surprised and excited that she'd accepted his offer.

 He noted again how well her pale green eyes complimented her golden hair and faded blue shirt- he half contemplated composing a similar color palette for his next piece.

 "Can I have your number?" he asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening the contacts app.

 "Of course," Emma pulled out her phone and handed it to him as he handed her his.

 He typed his name and number into her phone, then they exchanged phones again.

 "Lemme send you a text to make sure I got my number right." Emma said.

 Half a second later, his phone dinged, heralding a message that just said "hey -emma."

 "hey -killian" he texted back, and her phone buzzed in response.

 "Perfect," Emma said.

 "Almost perfect," Killian said, "though I suppose I can't ask to take a picture of you for the contact photo."

 "Why not?" Emma asked.

 "Museum staff won't let me," he said, "they don't always encourage people to take pictures of the masterpieces."

 "That was the corniest line I've ever heard."

 "Then why are you blushing?"

 She didn't answer, but instead tucked a strand of hair in behind her ear and looked away.

 "Let's break the rules just this once," Killian said, "Selfie?"

 Emma smiled, "Sure."

 He held out his phone and stepped next to her.

 "Permission to touch the masterpiece too?" he asked.

 He watched her in the camera on his phone, taking a picture of her flustered smile before she looked back up.

 "Permission granted, rulebreaker." she teased.

 "I aim to be the first artist kicked out of his own exhibit," Killian joked, then put his arm around her and leaned a touch closer for the picture. He felt her arm reach around his side as well, her hand on his back, her touch like magic.

 A moment after he took the picture, they let go of each other, and before he updated her contact photo he sent it to her.

 She pulled out her phone as it vibrated, then looked at the time.

 "I gotta get going," Emma said, "didn't realize how late it is, and I've got a half hour drive back to the apartment, after I work my way out of this labyrinth of a museum and remember where I parked my car."

 "Would you like me to escort you?" Killian asked.

 "I think I can manage," Emma smiled.

 "Alright then," Killian held his hand out to her, "pleasure to meet you, Miss Swan."

 "Nice meeting you too," Emma shook his hand, "see you Friday?"

 "I'll pick you up at five thirty." he said.

 "Sounds great."

 She let go of his hand, then smiled at him one more time before she left.

 "Wow," Killian thought, his eyes fixed on her as she walked away, "Friday can't come soon enough." 

[queen-rainy-love]

Pt. 7

Rockstar knocks on Parfait’s house due to her asking him to come over for an emergency. The door opens and it reveals Mint Choco. They began to bicker, but Parfait scolds them and tells them to get inside. They obliged. She makes them sit next to each other, and they both look away with frowns on their faces. Parfait then sighs, asks them to stop being mad for one second and tells them to cool down. 

She asks them why they hate each other, and what happened to them in the past. They both don’t do anything, but RS looks at MC secretly and sighs. He confesses that they met before they were famous musicians and befriended each other. RS says that they collaborated a lot for fun, and eventually they dated & became boyfriends. Parfait asks MC if its true and he sighs and tells her yes. 

MC explains that he sometimes hid identity because he felt unsure what to do at that time and sometimes used a pseudonym “Choco Star” (some albums had MC some had CS cause he’s indecisive yknow). They were super broke at the time & Toothpaste being sick didn’t help. They got into an argument about money, rejections letters from music companies, & they weren’t supporting each other’s passions a lot. They were so mad at each other that they broke up & separated. Parfait asks if they regret not forgiving each other after all that. RS said yes and he missed MC a lot, & MC said he still kept the photo because he regretted it. RS is shocked, & MC confesses that he still misses him and apologizes, RS apologizes as well. They have a meaningful hug. (one or two more to go!)

I'm excited to see where this goes. (Also, please read rule #2 from the pin post)

*The scene picks up with Rockstar jogging up to Parfait's house.*

Rockstar: (I hope she's okay! She sounded panicky when she called.) *knocks on the door* Parfait! I'm here for the emergency! Open up!

*The door opened up, but instead of Parfait, it was Mint Choco who opened it up. Rockstar's eye twitched a bit, anger building up.*

Rockstar: What are you doing here?!

Mint Choco: I could ask you the same thing! Parfait called me to help!

Rockstar: No! She called me!

Parfait: *pops in* No! No fighting! We will have a conversation and if either of you breaks anything, I will wreck you! Now, come in. *walks back into the house*

*Both Rockstar and Mint Choco begrudgingly followed her. Once inside, Parfait had them sit next to each other on her couch. They didn't look at each other, facing the opposite direction. Frowns were plastered on their faces.*

Parfait: *sighs* Okay. It's time to finally cool down. If you guys can stop being mad for two seconds, can you tell me why you hate each other so much and what happened between you two?!

*Neither one of them didn't say anything, not even looking at each other. Parfait huffed but waited. Rockstar snuck a look over at Mint Choco and sighs.*

Rockstar: Fine. Before we were famous musicians, we had met on the streets one day after playing our individual sets and became friends. We collaborated on a lot of songs together for fun and were able to fill our days with joy. It wasn't long until we became boyfriends.

Parfaits: Boyfriends? Aww! Is that true, Mint Choco?

Mint Choco: ...*sighs* Yes. It's true.

Parfait: Wait. How come there's never been a lot of songs between you two? I've heard so many songs from both of you but only yesterday did I hear a song with both of you singing.

Mint Choco: That's because I would sometimes go under a pseudonym to hide my identity. Choco Star. Granted, I was still unsure about doing this. There were some albums that I did use my real name while others I used Choco Star. Not that it did much. We didn't have a lot of money and things got worse when Toothpaste got sick. I wanted to use whatever money we made to help him. That was the first argument.

Rockstar: It definitely didn't help with all the rejection letters we've gotten from music companies. Or that we weren't that supportive of each other's passions.

Mint Choco: It just kept getting worse and worse. So, in the end, we decided to break up and separate. Did we end it well? No. Words were exchanged and some of them were...unkind. And our last song was the last time I sang since it reminded me of our time together.

Parfait: I see. Then did you two regret not forgiving each other?

Rockstar: Yeah. I missed my time with him a lot.

Mint Choco: I still kept the photo because I regretted it. *Rockstar looks over at him in shock. Mint Choco looks over at him.* I still miss you. I'm sorry for everything I said back then and being a coward. I know you wanted us to be at the top. I just wasn't sure if I could keep that.

Rockstar: *places a hand on Mint Choco's shoulder* I'm sorry too for my words and actions. I know you wanted to make sure your brother was healthy. I just got oversight by the end goal.

*Rockstar pulls Mint Choco into a hug. Mint Choco hesitated at first before hugging him back. Parfait smiled at the heartwarming scene...before remembering something.*

Parfait: OH-MI-GEE! *both Rockstar and Mint Choco flinched and looked over at her.* I forgot about helping Mint Choco to write that love ballad for Cocoa!

Rockstar: Cocoa? *looks at Mint Choco, who was blushing* Is that the Cookie who gives cocoa drinks and listens to your problems?

Mint Choco: *blushing harder* ...Yes...

Rockstar: ...Are you dating?

Mint Choco: ...Not really...

Rockstar: ... *stands up, looks at Mint Choco, then picks him up. He throws him over his shoulder and grabs Parfait's ear* Let's go. We have a song to make. *walks over to the door*

Mint Choco: You want to help me get together with another Cookie?

Rockstar: You don't meet a Cookie like that every lifetime! You freaking deserve it!

[oceanblueeyesoul]

Helloo, hi! Hope you’re doing well :) I recently started reading PJO fanfics and I really love yours! Could I request a Percy Jackson cabin and dating matchup with some h/cs?

I am a Cancer, ESTJ(though I feel more like an I sometimes), I have really dark brown hair that’s straight and ends about half an inch above my shoulders. I’m also just barely above 5ft, have brown eyes, and Asian(South Korean, to be exact). My aesthetic is a mix of dark academia and royalcore.

Personality: It varies a LOT, actually. In front of my friends I’m usually loud and like to play rough a lot, but when I’m around family or by myself I’m really quiet and keep mostly to myself. I’m also really stubborn, competitive, negative, and I can keep my head cool when something big happens but completely lose it if there’s a minor inconvenience(notes being ripped, etc.). My love language is physical touch and I tend to be sorta distant with my family, and my hobbies include drawing(I want to be an artist someday!), listening to music/singing, reading(but only reading and re-reading a few specific fandoms) and coming up with elaborate characters/stories and researching a ton of stuff for them. I also love Marvel and animals(especially big cats). I hate when people make fun of me for my height and my biggest pet peeve is when people lack common sense. I would like an s/o who I can both love and hate(we’d be bickering all the time and still always be linking arms or they’d have an arm around me etc.). My fatal flaw would be pride.

Oh, and my name is Antonia May Harlow.

Whew, that was l o n g, sorry bout that. I’ll see you later, hopefully! :)

Hi sweetie, I really hope you like this!

PJO Cabin Matchup

You give me Cabin 7 (Apollo) vibes! You and your siblings will have fun with each other by painting, singing and listening to music together.

PJO Matchup

Your PJO soulmate is...

PERCY JACKSON!

Enemies to lovers for sure! The two of you would bicker for sure about different things all together.

He would definitely put your arm around you for everything you do together and you secretly love it a lot.

He would watch anything Marvel for you and maybe get a big pet cat for you to take care of with you.

ESFP x ESFJ soulmates

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"Does Nana or CS are going to put a story too with a picture for GTGT s birthday" 

This is hilarious and proves my point.

in TSTM account

I publish on the occasion of the 11th anniversary of "up in the air"

but the official launch was..."MARCH 18"

April not...

hahaha!

It's Jared's way of "secretly" using his SMS to send "special" messages. he did it a lot with Valery and the song hurricane, that's why I call Valery "Miss hurricane"

hahaha

How do you justify convenient date changes in past releases?

Does he underestimate the intelligence of his own fans?

hahahha

On Valery's birthdays, I never publish anything more than photographs or things without texts

if no I'm wrong

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Take your damn meds. 💊

If you have nothing worthwhile to contribute, then don't bother sending this kind of nonsense either thx. ⛔️

I'm not posting anything else from you. 🙄

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#5

Between the Morning and the Night

A Captain Swan Tale

After a workout one night, Killian’s close friend and colleague pokes fun as he points out the scratches along his back, sarcastically wondering who could have put them there and why. Killian refuses to answer for two reasons: 1) he will do everything in his power to ensure that no one ever finds out that he’s sleeping (read: in love) with his boss’s younger sister, and 2) while he happens not to mind the marks she gives him, he really isn’t sure why Emma Swan does that.

A/N: affectionately known as "scratchy emma fic" and "do swans have talons?" this fic features mild mentions of scratching during sex, plus some mild whump. My thanks, as always, to @the-darkdragonfly​ and @donteattheappleshook​ for just generally everything, but also specifically for their help on this fic and everything I write.

Rated E 

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She likes him. 

 She likes it when he takes her from behind, when he lets her take control on top, when he drives into her with her knees cradling his hips. She likes it when they’re on their sides with him tucked behind her, she likes it when he’s standing at the foot of the bed with her at his mercy beneath him, flat on her back. She likes it when he takes her against the wall, quick and hasty and desperate with his need for her. She liked that last night, anyway. 

 In all that he’s learned about her, the one thing that sticks out the most is that she likes him. She likes the way he touches her, the way he talks to her, the way he treats her. At least, he assumes she does. Not because she tells him so, but because of the way she clings to him, digs the tips of her fingers into his skin and scratches him because she can’t come up with another way to ground herself through the pleasure he brings her. And even though it hurts, he doesn’t care. He encourages it, in fact, biting her earlobe and telling her what the feeling of her nails in his skin does to him before he marks her collarbone and thrusts harder. 

 She leaves his place later and later each time, delaying the inevitable need to return to her own for fear of the backlash she’ll receive if she spends the night out. She may be an adult, free to make her own choices, but it doesn’t change the fact that she’ll be on the receiving end of some questioning glances she’d rather avoid. But despite that fact, she’s stopped sneaking away when he dozes off. She’s even started to bid him farewell with a soft smile as she buttons her jeans. 

 He loves her. 

 He’s certain of it, although perhaps she would tell him that it’s too soon to be. And perhaps she’d be right. But he doesn’t care. And he’ll keep this fact to himself until the point at which he’s certain she can handle hearing the words passing his lips and pressing themselves against her tattered heart. 

~~~~

 “Good god, mate.” 

 He turns, surprise in his eyes when he faces his friend and colleague and is met with his shocked, horrified expression. 

 “What?” 

 He knows he’s red and sweaty after a workout, but it can’t be anything different from how he always looks when they return to the locker room. 

 “I mean, were you attacked?” 

 Bloody hell. The blush is unstoppable as it creeps up his neck and across his cheeks, burning him from the inside out as he realizes he’s removed his shirt and exposed himself as the apparent freak he’s become since he started fucking Emma Swan. 

 Perhaps fucking isn’t the right word. But that’s what she’d prefer to call it– for now. 

 “Sergeant, did you realize there were mountain lions in Boston?” 

 “What are you talking about now, Scarlet?” the sergeant asks, his head pointed down at his phone as he makes his way through the gym’s locker room towards his belongings. 

 “Jones’ got himself involved with a right nympho, that’s all,” he says with a smirk, and Killian's eyes widen almost painfully as he tugs his undershirt on as quickly as he can. 

 “What Jones does on his own time is his business,” David responds without lifting his head and without knowing that it’s not always on his own time. “Thanks for the workout, boys, but I’m late for dinner with my sister.” 

 Will hums happily, a smirk toying at his mouth. “And no man should keep her waiting. Although I’m quite sure she’d never allow a man to–” 

 He’s silenced immediately when Killian’s button down hits him square in the face. “Shut up,” he commands, rolling his eyes. “That’s… the sergeant’s sister. Bloody hell.” 

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75 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#4

The Promises We Keep

At twelve-years-old (she thinks), a young, homeless Emma Swan meets a slightly older, homeless Killian Jones. From there, they continue to help each other until they can't any longer. All she can hope for is that they'll eventually find their way back to one another.

For @the-darkdragonfly and @donteattheappleshook who always let me yell at them about my ideas and then yell at me back when I finally write them down. I’d be lost without them

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By the age of twelve, Emma Swan felt like she had lived countless lifetimes. 

 At least, she assumes she was twelve. She kind of has to guess on her birthday so she also has to guess on her age. 

 At the ripe age of twelve, she had grown used to fending for herself, foraging for food whenever she could, learning the best spots to find the leftovers that closing restaurants throw away, avoiding the dangerous shelters. She had learned where it’s safest to sleep, avoiding the unsavory characters about the city and keeping herself as protected as she could. 

 And at the ripe age of twelve, she learned never to trust anyone. 

 Well, anyone but Killian Jones. 

It started with her sharing with him, helping him, as if she had anything to spare. She saw the way he shivered violently on the ground near her that night and wondered for a long time if he was just like everyone else she had come across since she had found herself there, under a bridge with a gloating view of the Space Needle. But the more she looked at him, the longer she spent taking in the way he shook and whimpered and tried to steady his breathing, she just knew. That boy wasn’t high, he was sick. He was very sick. 

 She had walked over to him and noticed the way the paper covering his body rustled as his body quivered with fever. He was curled in the fetal position, and she could only assume that his back must have been hurting from how tense his body was. He was suffering so much more than anyone she’d ever met beneath that bridge. She had never seen anyone here curled so desperately close to the fire in the trashcan and still so obviously cold. Once, before she ran away, a foster mother had given her ibuprofen for a fever and she remembers wishing that she had some to give him in that moment. 

 All that she had that night was a ratty blanket and a stale chunk of bread. When she walked over to him and crouched by his side, she saw the way his blue eyes stared into hers, bloodshot and puffy, though his face was sallow. She noticed the way that his skin was pale white, his lips drained of any color. She noticed the way his cheekbones poked out dramatically and wondered when the last time he ate could have been. 

 “If I’m i-in your sp-spot, I’m sorry,” he started. “I-I ca-can move.” 

 “Stay,” she said. “You’re not in my spot.” 

 All she remembers is thinking about how that boy cowering too close to the fire with nothing to keep him warm as he wasted away with a fever would probably die that night. For a second, she had wondered if it was worth it to help him if he wouldn’t make it through the night anyway. But then she unfolded her tattered blanket and placed it over him, over the newspapers because she had heard that it makes for good insulation. She tucked the blanket around him tightly, and when she touched him, she swore she felt nothing but bone and heat. And then she took out the stale chunk of bread and ripped off a tiny piece, offering it directly to his pallor lips. 

 She won’t ever forget the look in his eyes when he parted his lips. He never once stopped staring at her, not for the first bite, not when he let out a sigh of relief as he started to feel a semblance of satisfaction, not when she took a few bites for herself. 

 “How long have you been sick?” 

 “A while,” he breathed, although he wasn’t stuttering as much now that the shivering had started to subside. “K-keeps getting worse.”

 “You need medicine.” 

 “Yeah,” he scoffed, although perhaps the sound was more like another shiver. “You t-try getting so-some.” 

 It’s true, it wasn’t easy to come by. But he needed it if he planned on surviving the night with the way his fever seemed to be climbing and climbing. So she left, left him with her blanket and her bread and brought her crappy old backpack with her. She snuck through the streets and found a pharmacy that was open late. She found a bottle of water that cost a dollar and snuck the ibuprofen into her sleeve, paying for the water with the last of the loose change she had in her pocket. When she returned, he was still, dead asleep, and she wasn’t sure that was a good sign. 

 It was always a bad idea to fall asleep, or at least to do so as soundly as the boy was when she returned. It looked at first like he may have died while she was gone, but when she got close to him, she could see the way he was still breathing shortly, still shivering, although the blanket and food seemed to have helped. 

 “Wake up,” she had insisted, and while her words were short, the way she shook his shoulder was gentle. “Take this.” 

 “H-how– why are y-you doing-ng this?” 

 She didn’t know. She couldn’t answer. She handed him the pills and the water, but she took it back when he was done and finished it herself. Then she lied beside him, not too close because she had suddenly realized that she didn’t want to catch whatever he had. She watched him until he fell asleep again, the shivering finally stopping altogether, and then she fell asleep herself. 

 While she thought she was being safe, sleeping lightly so that she would wake with any movement near her, she woke the next morning with the blanket spread over her and the boy and the ibuprofen nowhere to be seen. 

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#3

deeper than we ever knew

Emma realizes that she's lead the man she loves, Graham, to believe that she's well experienced despite her being a virgin. In a panic, she recruits her best friend, Killian, to teach her a thing or two.

Beta’ed by my bestie @donteattheappleshook

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Emma Swan has never been the type of girl to have an incurable crush on a boy. She survived middle and high school with only one memorable infatuation, Neal Cassidy eventually proving himself to be a giant asshole. She lived through her first year of college dating only one human man. At least, Walsh seemed human enough before they got together. By the time she got anywhere near ready to take the next step and sleep with him, he had proven himself to be yet another giant asshole. And now, as a junior in college, who has real friends and a somewhat real job, she’s realizing that the territory also comes with something she’s feared her whole life: she’s fallen in love. 

 Graham Humbert is a perfect man, she’s learned. He’s handsome, he’s kind, he respects her… his only flaw is that he doesn’t seem to be able to get it through his beautiful, curly head that she loves him. They work together in the campus security office, usually spending the Thursday through Saturday night shifts together since no one else is willing to work at such god awful times. Her unwillingness to tell him how she feels is likely impacting the fact that he stubbornly refuses to recognize it, but unwilling she is. She’s already decided that she needs to get him to fall for her, and everything will fall into place naturally after that without her having to lift a finger.

 And, of course, there's the other dilemma that has plagued her throughout her life-- well, her teenage-through-adult life. Painfully and against her will, Emma Swan is a virgin. 

She has needs and desires and thoughts and curiosities, but she also has fear and anxiety and a stark sensitivity to rejection, and for this, she’s decided that no man that she’s ever met has been worth her time or her body. Of course, she almost thought that Neal would be, but he proved himself otherwise when he left her to find her own ride home from the carnival after she refused to sleep with him in the port-a-potty. And then there was Walsh, who flirted with her for weeks and then became violently angry when she turned him down after their first date. So yes, Emma Swan is a virgin, but it’s because she has standards. 

 Of course, all was well and good until that fateful night in the office with Graham. It was well after midnight, the phones hadn’t rung in over an hour, and all they could do to entertain themselves was play truth or dare. She’ll admit to flirting with him, giggling at everything he said and blushing and biting her bottom lip, but part of her thinks that she led him on. When he leaned in and kissed her, she kissed him back enthusiastically and knew in that moment that she was leading him on. When his hands laced through her hair at the back of her head and pulled her closer to him, and when his tongue poked out and stroked against her own, and when he let out a groan from the back of his throat, she knew what she had done. 

 He told her that she was good at that-- at kissing him, at turning him on, if the bulge was anything to go by-- and she felt guilty. Because she isn’t very good at that. She’s kissed boys before, she’s had makeout sessions before, but she has no idea what she’s doing at any given moment. And when he broke away from her, panting and licking his lips and laughing breathily, he told her, I don’t want to rush things-- I feel like what we have is special-- but I can’t wait to see what else you have in store.

 And he’s right, of course; it could be special. It could be good, if she knew what she was doing. Part of her was able to trick him into thinking that she’s remotely experienced in how to make things between them… work. But in reality, she knows nothing. She knows what to do for herself, by herself, but she has no idea what to do with another person. 

 So here she is, panicked and desperate. 

 Please. Please, Killian, pleeease? Please, i need you.

 This is insane. I can’t even tell if you’re serious or not.

 I’m completely serious! I need help!

 No. I’m not going to lose my best friend over something this crazy.

 Well i’m not going to have a good time with any other guys if i don't know what i’m doing!

 …

 So you’re really going to pass up this amazing opportunity to not only get laid but also make your best friend extremely happy? 

 Yes

 Guess i’ll just have to recruit someone else then. Maybe a biker.

 Jesus christ Swan. what the bloody hell is wrong with you?

 A big one. Full of sperm.

 Are you not going to let this go?

 All you have to do is me. Just one time.

 …

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#2

You Make Loving Fun: Part I

A collection of little Chrissy and Eddie moments that might turn a little smutty

Part I: Pomp and Circumstance. Eddie finally graduates and Chrissy is really proud

Yeah I know, my self control still hasn't returned. We'll be fine!

This will probably have several parts, but my plan is to have them basically unrelated or at the very least make it so that they can be read as a stand alone.

This is my 50th work posted to Ao3. That seems like a pretty awesome milestone. Whether you're from the Eddissy fandom or the Captain Swan one, thank you for stopping by and thank you for supporting my writing ❤️

Rated E- It’s smut my friends

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  He never liked the whole Pomp and Circumstance thing, mostly because he never really got it. Sure, graduating is a big deal, especially for someone who stayed back not once, but twice, but is the whole excessive grandeur thing really necessary? He’s never thought so. 

 That is, until it was almost graduation day, and Chrissy fucking Cunningham started playing the song, all excited for him to walk across the stage. All four movements, baby, she had said. And ever since then, it’s been stuck in his head. 

 He didn’t even know what a movement was until he met Chrissy Cunningham. Scratch that– until he started to get to know Chrissy Cunningham. More specificallly, until he started to fuck Chrissy Cunningham. 

 And of course, they were never just fucking. They’ve always been making love to one another, the passion between them almost nauseating each time they come together, each time they so much as see one another. Honestly, it’s miraculous no one’s figured it out by now, although that’s probably more related to the fact that not a single person in this god forsaken town could imagine a girl like Chrissy Cunningham sleeping with a guy like Eddie Munson. 

 Never mind actually, maybe, in a way, falling for him.

 Either way, though, here they are. 

 Chrissy, with shimmery green pigment on her eyelids, and Eddie, finally knowing what the hell a movement is. 

Her lesson did help, of course. She was so excited to find out that he was actually, officially graduating, that she found her mother’s cassette of the damn song and brought it over, playing it on a loop as she rode him until she screamed in time with the fourth movement. Now, the fourth movement happens to be his favorite. 

 Plus, she helped him get here, anyway. She told him, If you don’t blow Ms. O’Donnell’s final, I'll blow you. 

 She was high at the time, which was why she was being so goofy, but she did end up keeping her promise when he squeaked by with a C+. 

 Her name is called first, C coming before M, which he knows because he’s technically a high school graduate at this point. When she walks across the stage and accepts the diploma from Mr. Higgins, he screams so loudly that he can see her round cheeks blushing from his seat, her eyes rolling and her smile beaming while everyone else in his row gives him a look of horror and confusion. 

 And when he walks across stage, he can hear the shouts from his uncle Wayne, the whistles from the Hellfire Club, and the soft, familiar tune of Pomp and Circumstance playing from her Walkman, volume turned all the way up and still barely audible over the chorus of cheers and boos, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She was so proud of him that he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was all worth it. 

 It’s worth it again as he finds himself in the back of his van, Chrissy Cunningham fumbling with the buttons of his stupid shirt beneath the stupid robe, her breathing quick and panting and desperate as she presses her hips against his fingers. “Fuck,” she says. “I’m so proud of you.” 

 “Chrissy,” he scolds playfully. “You’re not one to curse. What’s gotten into you?” 

 “Hopefully you, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying up.” 

 “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind, of course, but I’d want to ensure that that’s exactly what my sweet, innocent girlfriend truly wants.” 

 “Is sweet and innocent really what you want?” she asks, moving her hand from his last few buttons down to his crotch over the stupid dress pants she begged him to wear. They’ll look so nice, Eddie, she pleaded, and he couldn’t possibly say no to those big doe eyes. “Or would you prefer your desperate, needy, very proud girlfriend?” 

 He lets out a groan as she slides down the zipper of his slacks, her soft hand finding its way into his boxer briefs, the ones she got for him because she told him it would be best if whatever he was wearing under his slacks wasn’t baggy. Of course, the sensation of the tighter fabric is entirely new against the part of him that needs her the most, and she seems to know it, grasping onto him just right and smirking against his neck. 

 “Well?” she asks, and he realizes he never did answer her. 

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My #1 post of 2022

Witness

After the worst night of his life, Killian goes into the Witness Protection program and moves to Maine until he can testify against the man who took everything from him. He had resigned himself to living a life of misery, pain, and heartbreak, but that all changed when he met Lily Quinn.

A/N: I finally finished this one!! It's not perfect by any means, but I'm honestly just patting myself on the back for completing it, at this point. It's not beta'ed and I probably haven't proofread it enough, so if you see any typos or notice any continuity errors, no you didn't. 

Also, this is the 50th, yes FIFTIETH, Captain Swan fic that I've posted on Ao3. There isn't much I can say about that other than thank you to everyone in this incredible fandom who has encouraged me to explore writing and discover how much I love it. Thank you especially to @the-darkdragonfly and @donteattheappleshook for always being there for me in every capacity and for supporting me through thick and thin.

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The pain is unlike anything he’s ever felt before and is likely to ever feel again, lest he lose another appendage. It burns and stings and throbs and stabs all at once, and it drives him mad as he looks down and remembers that there’s nothing there. There’s no hand to be hurting him as he bites into his bottom lip and doubles over, holding his empty wrist in his one remaining hand. There's no reason for him to be feeling this way, and yet he feels as though he’s lost the hand all over again. 

 He doesn’t remember what it felt like to lose it in the first place, but it must have been something like this. Leaning over his ledgers upon his pathetically small desk, he tries to remind himself that there’s nothing there anymore. He shouldn’t be hurting like this, not now that it’s gone. He tells himself to get over it, snap out of it, he’s being foolish. He lets out a pained gasp as he puts his stubbed arm on the surface of the desk and picks up a pen, staring down at the empty space where his hand should be before taking a breath and sending the pen forcefully through the air, into the grainy wood, missing the hand that he lost months ago. 

 The burning subsides when he does this, as if him telling his mind that it isn’t there, that it doesn’t matter anymore, isn’t enough; as if he has to see it for himself to believe his own thoughts. It happens frequently– frequently enough for him to consider himself crazy on a several-times-weekly basis. He’s just lucky that he doesn’t share this cramped office with anyone, that he’s usually left alone to do his work in peace, just the way he likes it. He’s lucky that he lives alone, that he has no one to watch him go through the lunacy of feeling pain in a hand that doesn’t exist. He’s lucky that he’s always alone. He’s lucky to have lost everything and everyone, because at least he doesn’t have to force someone he loves to live through this with him. 

 At least, that’s what he tells himself as he pulls the pen from the shallow hole he punched into the wood and returns it to the cup where it belongs. 

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 He’s making an effort not to become the town drunk. 

 His father was the town drunk, and he’s always hated his father. 

 So when he goes to the Rabbit Hole, he likes to keep it to once a week, maybe less. He likes to keep it to two drinks, maybe three. He likes to keep control over himself so that no one in this tiny place starts to see him as the town drunk. They already see him as the strange, handless recluse, and he doesn’t feel the need to move into town drunk-territory. 

 But when he walks into the Rabbit Hole that night, just a few months after his arrival, he considers changing his ways if only in response to seeing the stunning, glowing blonde behind the bar for the first time. 

 She truly is glowing. She emanates beauty and exudes perfection as she stands behind the bar, somehow catching the perfect lighting, her bare arms toned as she pours a beer flawlessly, her hair gleaming under the dim light fixture, her smile shimmering despite the darkness in the bar. She laughs at her patron, Leroy telling her a joke that Killian can almost certainly bet was not funny. She throws her head back and he nearly salivates at the sight of her bare neck. She turns from the grumpy old man and adds the pour to his tab and then she turns again, locking eyes directly with Killian before giving him the most beautiful, sexy, friendly smile he’s ever received. 

 “Welcome in,” she says, her voice like bells as it rings through the bar, cutting against the loud music and the even louder laughter from the party at the pool table. “What can I get you?” 

 He’s almost stunned silent, stupidly standing there with his mouth hung open like a trout until he gets his bearings, tugging on the sleeves of his gray knit sweater and shuffling towards the bar. Get it together, you old fool, he tells himself, cursing as he trips over his own feet but praising himself as the sight draws a soft giggle from the angel of a woman. 

 “Rum,” he says idiotically, and she raises a brow. 

 “Just rum, neat? On the rocks? Or a shot?”

 He clears his throat. What will she think of him ordering just rum, neat? Or a shot? “Might as well throw in some Coke and ice, I suppose,” he chokes out, fighting through the awkwardness that he hasn’t felt since high school. 

 She laughs. It seems genuine, but she must treat all of her customers like this, right? “A rum and Coke then, coming right up. Do you like lime?”

 “Yes,” he says, although he can’t really remember if he does or not. He pulls on his left sleeve as he sits down, far from Leroy. His elbow rests on the bartop, and if he had a hand, it would drop between himself and the surface he leans against. “Sure. Please.”

 She works quickly, and he tries and tries not to look at the way her black tank top hugs her waist. He tries not to notice the way that there aren’t any lines along her back and he tries not to wonder whether she’s wearing a bra beneath it. He tries not to notice the way her jeans hug her hips and flare out just slightly, elongating her legs impossibly. Really, he really tries not to stare. Seriously. 

 “There you go,” she says with a bright smile. “Want to open a tab?”

 He says nothing, dropping his bum arm and using the other to fish his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling out the credit card David gave him and handing it to her without a second thought. Normally, he wouldn’t open a tab. Opening a tab is something the town drunk would do– or at least running up the tab is. But how can he say no to the siren standing before him? 

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Winner Takes it All (1/1)

Must Love Dogs is not going to be ready today, hopefully it will be ready by tomorrow. But in the meantime, here is a little one shot I wrote. 

So this was a prompt I had sent someone when I first got onto Tumblr and never had any intention of trying to write fanfic on my own. But now I am writing fanfic, so I decided to write the idea myself. Enjoy.

And as usual, thank you @profdanglaisstuff for being my beta and helping me make this fic come to life!

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Rated: G

It was ridiculous is what it was. Emma Swan and Killian Jones were most definitely dating. Ruby had seen them cuddling in a booth together at Granny’s. Mary Margaret had seen them sneaking away from one of the town meetings together. David said that Killian had brought Emma as his date for a work function, but Emma claimed they were just friends and she was  only there for the free food. Duh! And that was the rub, Emma and Killian claimed they were just friends. Friends who did everything together, including sleeping over at each other’s apartments and (according to Emma’s roommate, Elsa) sharing a bed on most nights.

Their friend group had been betting for months on when Emma and Killian would finally let them know they were dating. It had started small. Ruby claimed they were dating and David said they weren’t. She’d bet him 20 bucks that they’d be kissing in front of everyone by the end of the week. But it never happened. David wanted his 20 bucks. Ruby doubled down. Then Mary Margaret wanted in. She believed they were dating too. Eventually, everyone in their little group of friends became convinced it was true, even David. So now the bet wasn’t about whether they were dating or not, it was when the hell Emma and Killian were finally going to come clean about it.

It was Ruby who laid out the rules of the bet. Each person involved would pick out a date for the month. Whomever got the closest would win the money. And no one was allowed to try to manipulate Emma and Killian into revealing themselves or tell them about the bet to increase their chances. After five months, the pot was up to $2000.

Elsa was sure that she had it in the bag in February because of Valentine’s Day (month three of the bet). How could two people so obviously in love not share that with everyone? But no, they joined the group for the late night drinking binge they always went on after the couples in their group (David and Mary Margaret and Ruby and Mulan) had their obligatory dates and came to join the singletons. Emma bitched as usual about not needing a man and what a stupid, made up holiday it was, and Killian nodded in agreement and went home early to wallow. Emma and Elsa went back to their apartment, both as single women.

David really thought he’d had it in the bag with that work function Killian brought Emma to in month four, but Emma seemed to be flirting with Graham of all people. Graham who was most definitely dating August from accounting. And Killian seemed to be flirting with Tink, whom David was pretty sure also had a boyfriend. When David had asked Killian why he had brought Emma even though a) a date was not required at this event and b) they seemed to be ignoring each other the whole time, Killian had simply shrugged, run his fingers through his dark hair and said “Who better to ignore at a party than your best friend?”

“I think they know about the bet.” Elsa said once they started into month seven, sliding into the booth that contained David and Mary Margaret on the other side. Mary Margaret knocked her coffee mug over.

“Shoot, sorry.” Mary Margaret said grabbing some napkins from the dispenser to clean up the mess she’d just made on the table. “Why do you think she knows?” Mary Margaret continued.

“Because Liam made some comment to Killian about setting him up with Aurora, kind of as a thank you, and Killian said he wasn’t interested.” Elsa and Liam, Killian’s brother, had recently started seeing each other. It was still new, but they were already pretty obsessed with each other. Emma and Killian, of all people, had set them up.

“So why does that mean he knows about the bet?” David asked, taking a sip of his Coke. Liam was not part of the betting pool, having just learned about it from Elsa when they started dating.

“Because then Liam suggested that maybe Killian wasn’t interested because he was already seeing Emma, and Liam said his eyebrows almost flew off his face with how high he raised them, ‘quickly schooled his features’ --Liam’s words, not mine-- and told Liam he was being preposterous.” Elsa finished explaining.

“Again,” Mary Margaret began, grabbing the soiled paper napkins and throwing them into a garbage can near the entrance of the diner, “that doesn’t tell us they know about the bet. Just that someone else thinks that he and Emma are dating and they won’t admit it.”

“And then,” Elsa said, getting frustrated at Mary Margaret for all the interruptions, “Killian responded with, I bet you think you’re so clever.”

“They totally know about the bet.” David agreed.

“They totally know about the bet.” Elsa repeated.

They called an emergency group meeting at The Rabbit Hole after that revelation. David, Mary Margaret, Elsa, Ruby, Mulan, and Will (he was their regular bartender, but even he could tell they’d been shagging for months now).

“We need to force this out in the open. They know about the bet. Who knows how long they’ve known about it. I think they’re just messing with us now.” Elsa said.

“Did we just step into an episode of Friends, because I swear I’ve seen this one,” Ruby stated.

“Maybe we should just give everyone their money back and just let them be,” Mulan asserted.

“No way!” Elsa exclaimed, “We’ve been invested in this for too long now.”

“Well, what are you suggesting? Setting them up with other people? They’ll either say no or they’ll agree and flirt like crazy with the person. We’ve already seen it happen.” David said.

“What if we can get them to admit it to someone not associated with us at all, and then we can, I don’t know, catch them in the act,” Elsa proposed.

“And how, exactly, do we plan on doing that?” Mary Margaret asked, getting frustrated over this whole thing.

“Well, Liam is pretty sure that Killian and Emma go on dates out of town. If we can figure out where and get someone from the restaurant to get us pictures, then we have them!” Elsa concluded. She knew they were having sex. She shared a wall with Emma for crying out loud. And ever since she started dating Liam, Killian had been out of the apartment a lot more.

“I’m sorry, what?” Mary Margaret balked at the notion of spying on Emma and Killian, “When did we become private eyes? Isn’t that Emma’s department? Seriously, Elsa, this is getting way out of hand.” Emma was Mary Margaret’s best friend. She hated that Emma hadn’t told anyone about dating Killian, but it was still up to Emma to let them know on her own time, not when Elsa decided to out them by playing super sleuth.

“What do you suggest then, Mary Margaret?” Elsa said, turning on her with an annoyed glare.

“How ‘bout asking them why they’re holding hands right now.” Will butted in from the bar.

The group turned toward the entrance. There were Emma and Killian, casually walking in holding hands and mooning over each other as if no one else in the bar existed.

“Hey you two.” Elsa said trying to sound casual. The rest of the group also mumbled their hellos as if they hadn’t just been discussing the two obvious lovebirds.

“Look,” Emma began, “I know you all have suspected that Killian and I have been dating.” The group held their breath waiting for the excuse that they knew was coming. “And we are here to officially tell you that we are in fact dating.” Killian finished. He and Emma looked at each other, smiled, and then shared a chaste kiss on the lips for their group of friends to see.

Elsa’s mouth was agape. “You’re just admitting it? I mean,” she tried to recover gracefully, “how long has this been going on? We had no idea.” Ruby started cackling in the background. Mulan gave her a good elbow to the ribs to quiet her down.

“It’s been going on for a few months.” Emma said a little anxiously, “We just didn’t want to say anything right away because it was new, and if it didn’t work out we didn’t need you guys all up in our business.”

“Of course. Emma, Killian, we’re so happy for you.” Mary Margaret said, practically in tears. She went to hug both of them.

“Too bad Liam isn’t here.” Elsa stated, “He would love to know that you two were together. He’s been rooting for you.”

“Um, yeah, about that,” Killian said, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous tic they all knew about, “He does know, Elsa. We asked him not to tell you because we were keeping it to ourselves.” Once again, Elsa’s mouth dropped.

They decided drinks were in order for the newly-outed couple. No one said a word about the bet. Elsa claimed she’d be having some words with Liam when she saw him later that night, but she’d had quite a bit to drink, so by the time Liam came and joined them, she was in no position to even form a coherent sentence.

“I’m glad you two have finally decided to stop this nonsense and share your happiness with us all, little brother,” Liam said clapping Killian on the back and giving Emma a quick hug.

“Younger brother,” he said but with very little bite.

It was just Emma and Killian and Mary Margaret and David left by the time the bar closed.  Will was in the back counting out the till and David, who had barely drunk anything, left to go get the car.

“So,” Killian said, quirking his eyebrow at Mary Margaret, “how much did you win?”

“I think the pot was up to $2500. So,” Mary Margaret calculated in her head, “$1250 is half. I’ll let you know when I get it from Ruby. She’s been in charge of the money,” she said as if this were an ordinary, everyday financial transaction.

“Good job on getting Liam to make Elsa suspect,” Mary Margaret said to the happy couple.

“She’d been driving me crazy!” Emma said, “Dropping hints left and right about Killian and me. But I knew we could hold off longer until the pot was more significant. Thanks for letting us in on it.” Emma grinned.

“Well, it’s not like I meant to. It was a simple slip up. Besides, you know how well I can keep a secret,” Mary Margaret said, trying to defend herself. Emma and Killian had told her and Liam after they’d been dating for two months, needing someone each of them could confide in. Telling them about the bet had been a complete accident.

“I’m so happy for you two.” Mary Margaret told them. And she was. They had basically been living a rom-com for the past year; one about best friends who were seriously pining for one another.

“Darn it, I guess Ruby gets the money.” Mary Margaret added absent-mindedly.

“What money?” Emma had asked. Mary Margaret turned bright red.

“Um….” She wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Did you have a wager with Ruby about us getting together?” Killian asked looking appalled.

“Not exactly.” Mary Margaret said looking down at her hands.

“Then what exactly?” Emma asked getting agitated.

“Um ...the whole group was betting on when you two would finally admit you were dating. Even Will was in on it.” Mary Margaret confessed.

But instead of getting angrier, Emma and Killian had turned to one another and laughed.

“Mary Margaret, how would you like to make some money?” Emma said, green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You ready to go, Mary Margaret?” David asked coming back in from outside startling Mary Margaret out of her reverie.

“Yep.” She said, scooting off the stool and walking over to her husband. They exited the bar leaving the happy couple behind.

“Well, that was exciting.” Killian said grabbing Emma’s hand. He took it to his lips to kiss the knuckles.

“We’re really going to need that money, considering.” Emma said taking her other hand and brushing her slightly rounded stomach. “I’m surprised no one noticed you drinking my shots tonight.”

She grinned at the new secret they were hiding.

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Could i get some platonic!George h/cs of him bonding and becoming best friends with Fred’s girlfriend? I feel like they would have a really goofy but close/protective relationship :)

ok yes.

at first i feel like george would be a bit stand offish with you

he liked you

you seemed nice

but also he wasn't just going to fall at your feet the way he thinks Fred is

also secretly he's a little worried that you'll steal fred away from him and it's happened before with previous girlfriends where they just don't understand how close the twins are and that they will always come first for each other

after awhile

like a month or so

he'd slowly start to warm up to you

start seeing why fred is so smitten with you

you're kinda cool or whatever 🙄

and you really love his brother

he'd start cracking jokes

just being himself more

and you'd feed off the energy

soon you guys are THE comedic duo

you are like a sister to george and he really starts to care about you the way a brother would

"Have her home at a reasonable hour.""George, you're mY BROTHER.""I SAID HAVE HER HOME AT A REASONABLE HOUR FRED."

george is the type of friend to just randomly put his finger in your nose

just 👆

aLL THE TIME

but you'd do it back

or he'd smack you with things

nothing that would actually hurt you

his sock

a scarf

sometimes he'd just put his whole hand in your face and push you over

he just loves messing with you

will make you smell his socks

or his armpit

you will be shoved into his armpit a lot

and in the beginning it would embarrass fred because you do not need to know that his twin, and by extension he, ever smells less then amazing

ok if you and george were like joking around and you were paying more attention to george rather than fred, he would get all pouty

i mean majorly pouty 

but he’d never feel jealous

he just couldn’t

not when he trusts both of you so much 

but that doesn’t mean he gets rather clingy and feels a little ‘neglected’ as he says 

“you love george more than you love mE”

“don’t be ridiculous fre-”

“DON’T BE SUCH A CLINGY SOD”

he will physically grab you and pull you onto his lap and away from george 

you and george are best friends 

george would also come to you with all his problems 

girl problems 

boy problems 

family problems 

everything 

nothing was off limits 

even if he and fred were having a disagreement he’d talk to you about it 

you guys were like brother and sister

closer 

and fred would get so uncomfy when either of you would joke about how you guys were so close you’re practically ‘related’ 

“you cant say that when wE ARE DATING, IT’S WEIRD.”

you and george would say it more

ok im all out of ideas, im sorry this is super short guys

love you 😌

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George Weasley tags:

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Fred Weasley tags:

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@lifeofkaze

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@readyg0erge

@maybesandohnos

@therealhouseelvesofhogwarts

@onlyfreds

@fullofsourgrapes